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[Erowid Note: While the author reported the substance used as DMT, and references DMT in the original report, he also specifies he obtained 5-MeO-DMT to smoke. 5-MeO-DMT and DMT are not interchangeable; one is not a 'form' of the other. This report is categorized as a 5-MeO-DMT report, as it is assumed that the author means 5-MeO-DMT and not DMT based on the second paragraph. However, because of the ambiguity in the substance name and the exceptionally high reported dose, which is not consistent with 5-MeO-DMT doses, it is uncertain whether the author is speaking about 5-MeO-DMT throughout the report or not. See also 5-MeO-DMT is Not 'DMT'. ]

First of all I'd like to make this is clear, for it plays a huge role in how DMT effected me. I used to be a pot dealer and a heavy user. I was supposed to be leaving for the Marines after High School, but instead pot began to consume my whole existence. I was dealing, working, dealing some more, and smoking constantly. I have a vast amount of experience with LSD (usually family acid) and I also have abused many many drugs, the list goes on and on. I was a huge junkie in those days, and fresh out of High School with my chances of being successful slim with my heavy drug use.

On to the experience..I had been itching to try DMT for about a year, and when I got a call from a local drug dealer friend of mine he told me that he had the ďmeowĒ other known as 5-MEO DMT, a more potent form of DMT. I of course was pumped and told him to save me 2 doses worth.

A few days later I made my way to my buddies house and picked up the [5-MeO-DMT], I went home and prepared myself for hyperspace, excited to see the other side, and afterwards I planned to smoke a crap load of headies to help me reflect on the experience. I prepared an aluminum foil pipe to smoke the [5-MeO-DMT] (not good for my body, but the [5-MeO-DMT] is easily vaporized even if I hold the lighter far away from the bottom of the pipe. Aluminum is a heat conductor and vaporizing the [5-MeO-DMT] is much easier with a heat conductor like this.) After I made my piece I prepared my bed for maximum comfort and sat on my bed.

I got comfortable and took my first hit, it was huge. With the leather lungs of a veteran stoner I held that first hit in for well over 10 seconds, I exhaled only because I wanted that second hit. I took the second hit immediately upon exhaling the first hit. I held that one in for well over another 10 seconds and exhaled. After exhaling I noticed that I felt extremely odd and a loud ringing sound was starting to build in my ears. Everything started to seem to move at a slower speed than usual, and I felt less intelligent, like my mind was moving in slow-mo. I pulled myself together enough to lean back down and kiss the pipe for another large hit, at this point most of the [5-MeO-DMT] had been vaporized, so the hit was less strong, but its all I needed. I exhaled the last hit and went to go put my pipe on my bedside table, it never got there. I suddenly fell onto my bed from the sitting position I was previously in and before my body hit the bed, I was flying through an endless black starry space. Flying through this space I saw images of my childhood (a rough one) and of the people I cared about. I watched as an observer of my distant memories, the ones I barely remembered, but now I could see them clear as day. I flew onward unaware of what time was and of who I was. I felt as though I was learning about my own life all over again, intrigued by every memory.

Suddenly, the flying stopped and I was in a hallway I had never seen before. I wasnít controlling my own body movement, but watching through the eyes of my body. It was as if the Ty I knew I was in real life was watching through the eyes of a future version of myself, I never saw my own face, but my body moved forward, towards a door in the center of the hallway. I could tell by my eye level that this version of myself was older, and taller than my current self. I watched eagerly as I knocked on the center doorway.

Only moments later a small blonde haired girl, about the age of 7 opened the doorway, her eyes widened with excitement at my arrival, ďDaddy, youíre here! I havenít seen you in so long, Iíve missed you so much.Ē The little girl ran from the doorway and held me around my waist tightly. I watched as I hugged the girl back and my future self was rather emotional, as if I hadnít seen this girl (my daughter) in months or years. A blonde haired women, in her early thirties then walked up to the doorway, a disapproving look on her face. The woman (who I assume was my cyperspace ex-wife) just stood and watched the meeting of father and daughter. She spoke no words, but I felt as though she didnít have to say anything, I felt like I had known this woman all my life, even though I had definitely never seen her before on planet earth.

Me and my daughter broke from the hug and I kneeled down so I was eye level with her and I whispered in her ear that we should get away from mommy. Me and my daughter only walked a little ways down the hall, but as we walked me and the little girl talked. Once separated from the mother, me and the little girl had the most profound conversation of my existence. The funny part is, I have no idea what was said during this conversation, not a single word of it. Whatever was said though, was very important, and while I have no idea what we said the conversation changed me as a person. The conversation me and this little cyberspace daughter had was extremely important. That much I know, after that conversation the way I looked at life changed and my goals changed.

After the little side conversation me and the little girl walked back to the apartment doorway, the little girl suddenly seemed alarmed and she told that I had to leave now. I remember protesting with her, but she wouldnít have it and ran back into the apartment, the mother closing the door behind the two of them. I banged on the door yelling for more answers, yelling for someone to come back, no one came. Instead the whole hallway began to spin and I tumbled around, being thrown in to the walls and falling over.

Then, as if someone had just shot my soul from a canon back into my body, I jumped up from the laying position I was in and sat back up. I was alone and sat in silence, my jaw dropped for a solid 15 minutes. I used that whole time to reflect on the conversation me and the little girl had. This time of reflection is what helped me really understand the meaning of everything that had just happened. Remember that headies I had to smoke for after the [5-MeO-DMT] trip? Yeah, well I didnít smoke it. And I never smoked pot again. While it hasnít been over a year since my trip, I have not had a single desire to smoke pot. Also, I started to quit smoking cigarettes that night and now I am completely cigarette free, another grappling addiction. I went from a pack a day cigarette smoker and a huge pothead, to a smokeless individual. All from my experience. A few weeks later I went to the Marine Corps recruiting office and signed my contract. Something I couldnít bring myself to do before the [5-MeO-DMT]. I also began to write my novels again, and Iím currently drafting my latest novel, another thing I had given up on with my drug use.

Donít get me wrong, I still do psychedelics (expands my mind I swear), and occasionally blow a line of Molly. But I have no more addictions, Iím no longer a junkie and Iím leaving to serve the United States, far different than being a junkie who worked a crappy part-time job and sold drugs to support my own habit. My life was changed from [5-MeO-DMT], and while I couldnít tell you why all this happened from the [5-MeO-DMT], I have a pretty good feeling that whatever my cyperspace daughter and I talked about, it did something to my conscious, it changed my life.

I hope this experience is an example that not all drugs kill people and cause mayhem, I hope if your reading this you either also enjoy yourself some Demetri, or you are looking to try some too. Every hyperspace is different and every person takes something different from it, but use this experience to educate yourself on what can happen to people from this amazing ďdrugď. Some of us will never be the same again, and from what Iíve personally experienced, and from what my friends who have experienced, it seems to me that [5-MeO-DMT] can positively change you. Or you wonít change, and just have a good time in hyperland. Regardless, reach out and find this drug, it may just be the best decision you ever made.

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